Wrote this in 2010. Used to stay close to the office when I was working for Siemens, and walked to office for the first few weeks. Started writing this while sitting on a small wall outside the office, and completed it while walking back home.
=== The Call ===
I was walking down the road,
Wondering how the world would be,
When my children came around.
I saw a man hit a woman,
And she hit him back –
Man and wife seem to be just archaic words.
I saw nations at war,
Destroying each other from afar –
Peace just seems to be an archaic word.
This is a call for love,
This is a call for peace,
This is call for everything
That we don’t have now.
This is a call for hope,
Well, it’s is a call for trust,
This is a call for everything
That we need right now.
I saw a man lying on the road,
And they all passed him by –
Good samaritans seem to be an extinct breed.
I saw men cutting down trees,
And raping forests with glee –
Nature seems to be another betrayed friend.
This is a call to care,
This is a call to share,
This is a call to help
Every poor brother out there.
This is a call to wake up,
It’s a call to take up,
The arms of truth and love,
To fight the hate everywhere.
The first song I wrote after joining college. Wrote this in 2005, lying on the water tank near my college entrance, after seeing some unfortunate souls on the way back from dinner in the nearby town.
(There are still a few rough edges which I don’t have the time to iron out.. but will do in the near future :))
=== The Song of the Unloved ===
You don’t ever get what you want,
You don’t ever get to know the ones you love.
You don’t understand what’s going on,
You don’t ever get what you need the most.
This is the song of the unloved,
The song of the lost,
The songs of the fallen,
Whose paths I have crossed.
As I lay down, facing the skies,
As I lay down, facing the stars,
As I lay down, facing the moon,
As I lay down, knowing my time will come soon,
I’ve got these shattered dreams,
Which still prick my heart;
I’ve got these broken hopes,
Which still make me stumble.
It’s hard to laugh,
When you’ve got nothing by your side.
It’s hard to smile,
When you’re walking empty-handed.
It’s hard to do what you’ve never done before,
It’s hard to crawl, and beg for a morsel.